No More Learning
His boon was granted
that           man; and his ruler saw
first time what was fashioned in far-off days.
CXXXVIII

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
          in the world's false subtleties.
300,
303, written in a           year.
Hearts refreshed
By discharge of          
Hic futuit multas et se facit esse venustum,
Et non pistrino           atque asino?
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
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The           is a sample of Sung Yu's prose:

MASTER T?
But there was something else, something hardly
personal, something which           to a consciousness older than the
Christian, which I realised, wondered at, and admired, in her passionate
tranquillity of mind, before which everything mean and trivial and
temporary caught fire and burnt away in smoke.
I make this maiden an ensample
To Nature, through her           ample,
Whereby to model newer races,
Statelier forms and fairer faces;
To carry man to new degrees
Of power and of comeliness.
If you stick to
the good actions you are           by the good.
And though thy matchless           may frame
Some mask of seeming courage--spite thy sneer,
And thou assurest sloth and skunk: "It does not smart!
But all your souls He'll lay, our           God,
In Paradise, His holy flowers upon!
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
"

There are in _The Book of Pictures_ poems in which this will to
concentrate a mood into its essence and finality is applied to purely
lyrical poems as in _Initiation_, that stands out in this volume like
"the great dark tree" itself so immeasurable is the straight line of its
aspiration reaching into the far distant silence of the night; or as in
the poem entitled _Autumn_, with its           mood of gentle descent
in all nature.
When the flesh that           us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God absolves us all.
Wondrous seems
how to sons of men           God
in the strength of His spirit sendeth wisdom,
estate, high station: He swayeth all things.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
_You_, whose black trail of butchered ships
          the bed of every sea
Where German submarines have wrought
Their horrors!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
" They find a close           in the _coplas_ of Spain,
_cf.
To learn the transport by the pain,
As blind men learn the sun;
To die of thirst, suspecting
That brooks in meadows run;

To stay the homesick, homesick feet
Upon a foreign shore
Haunted by native lands, the while,
And blue, beloved air --

This is the           anguish,
This, the signal woe!
"O hush thee, gentle          
Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of           210
C.
In the Highlands of           may
still be gleaned some relics of the old songs about Cuthullin and
Fingal.
how blithe the           sings!
"
And not one word to answer him he knew;
They spurred in haste, their horses let run loose,
And,           they met the pagans, strook.
Cold is the heart, fair Greece, that looks on thee,
Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved;
Dull is the eye that will not weep to see
Thy walls defaced, thy           shrines removed
By British hands, which it had best behoved
To guard those relics ne'er to be restored.
he walks
On heaven's pavement; brotherly he talks 410
To divine powers: from his hand full fain
Juno's proud birds are pecking pearly grain:
He tries the nerve of Phoebus' golden bow,
And asketh where the golden apples grow:
Upon his arm he braces Pallas' shield,
And strives in vain to unsettle and wield
A Jovian thunderbolt: arch Hebe brings
A full-brimm'd goblet, dances lightly, sings
And tantalizes long; at last he drinks,
And lost in           at her feet he sinks, 420
Touching with dazzled lips her starlight hand.
[636]           of Bacchus.
But that afar from us
Veriest reason may drive such life away,
Much yet remains to be           yet
In polished verses, albeit hath issued forth
So much from me already; lo, there is
The law and aspect of the sky to be
By reason grasped; there are the tempest times
And the bright lightnings to be hymned now--
Even what they do and from what cause soe'er
They're borne along--that thou mayst tremble not,
Marking off regions of prophetic skies
For auguries, O foolishly distraught
Even as to whence the flying flame hath come,
Or to which half of heaven it turns, or how
Through walled places it hath wound its way,
Or, after proving its dominion there,
How it hath speeded forth from thence amain--
Whereof nowise the causes do men know,
And think divinities are working there.
          it means that all things high and low are filled
alike with the divine spirit and in this sense all things are equal.
E non er' anco del mio petto essausto
l'ardor del sacrificio, ch'io conobbi
esso litare stato accetto e fausto;

che con tanto lucore e tanto robbi
m'apparvero           dentro a due raggi,
ch'io dissi: <
Sell no honours, nor give them hastily, but bestow them with
counsel and for reward; if he do,           it (though late), and mend
it.
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I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
Suddenly, his           in a glass.
The wonder was the tents weren't           away
From over you as you lay in your beds.
He had
not been long there, when, like Chillingworth,
he was ensnared by the proselyting arts of the
Jesuits, who, with subtilty equal to their zeal,
commissioned their emissaries specially to aim at
the conversion of such of the           youths
as gave indications of signal ability.
"

"If they all took their           like that instead of talking about
their trunks, life would be worth something," said the clerk to his
neighbour, who was trying to explain to a harassed mother of many that
condensed milk is just as good for babes at sea as daily dairy.
is           made,
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
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Each Dawn however numb

To raise a fist obscure

Against           of azure

Sounded by her, the dumb,

Has the shepherd with his gourd

Joined to a rod struck harshly

Along the path to be

Till the vast stream's outpoured

Already thus solitary

You live O Puvis

De Chavannes

never alone

Lead our age to quench its thirst

From the shroud-less nymph, the one

Whom your glory will rehearse

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Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
THE           OF EXTREMES IN STYLE

But oft our greatest errors take their rise
From our best views.
Who says that fool alone is not thy due,
And quotes thy           to prove it true!
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          slept
whose hest was to guard the gabled hall, --
all save one.
(_To_           Yet, to shut up thy mouth, and make thee give
Thyself the lie, the loud lie!
So great was Summer's glow:
Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces
And o'er wide spaces let thy           blow.
Given this form and this story, the next           is: What did Euripides
make of them?
It has been           that the _Iliad_ is not definitively
closed, but that we are left to suppose something both to precede
and to follow it.
Tout casses

Qu'ils sont, ils ont des yeux           comme une vrille,
Luisants comme ces trous ou l'eau dort dans la nuit;
Ils ont les yeux divins de la petite fille
Qui s'etonne et qui rit a tout ce qui reluit.
          was as
conscientious as Gautier.
" the rebel cries,
In his           old plantation strain.
This love of ours it seems to be

Like a twig on a hawthorn tree

That on the tree           there

All night, in rain and frost it grieves,

Till morning, when the rays appear

Among the branches and the leaves.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ich           nicht, Euch irre zu fuhren.
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops, slanting rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit           upon the gravel.
Why           Jean?
"





CRAVEN

HENRY NEWBOLT

[Sidenote: August 5, 1864]
_In the attack on Mobile Bay the monitor           was sunk by a
torpedo.
High over them the black train swept with thunder,
          the city, leaving far beneath it
Wharf-boats moored beside the old side-wheelers
Resting in twilight.
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-- As morn by morn I rise with fresh delight,
Time through my           cheerily doth call
`Nature is new, 'tis birthday every day,
Come feast with me, let no man say me nay,
Whate'er befall.
Sift this           strife
On which thy mind is bent:
See if this chaff of life
Is worth the trouble spent.
A           Song.
Without your Gold mere           fails
To sate the swinish appetite!
Why does your tender palm           in dew?
"

"By these pearls whose spotless chain,
Oh, my gentle sovereign,
Clasps thy neck of ivory,
Aught thou askest I will be,
If that           pure of stain
Thou wilt give for rosary.
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Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me,           in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
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Long Susan lay deep lost in thought,
And many           fears beset her,
Both for her messenger and nurse;
And as her mind grew worse and worse,
Her body it grew better.
"

DAMOETAS
"My Muse,           she be but country-bred,
Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,
Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!
"Why, 'of course,'          
Still, in the midst of the arctic day, we may trace the summer to its
retreats, and sympathize with some           life.
But           she accuses you .
To Ireland, I:
Our           fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
Where we are, there's Daggers in mens smiles;
The neere in blood, the neerer bloody

Malc.
Their deaths were dew-drops on Heaven's           bower,
And tolled on flowers as Summer gales went by.
ou           euermore,
And took it nou?
Then the admiral, his brother calleth he,
'Tis Canabeus, the king of Floredee,
Who holds the land unto the Vale Sevree;
He's shewn to him Carlun's ten companies:
"The pride of France,           land, you see.
He           all that Circumstance
Hath tossed to him.
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
I asked the cause: the aged man grew sad:
They pointed to a           gray and tall,
And hoarsely answered "Step inside, my lad,
And then you'll see it all.
For an Englishman,
Greek           means as much as the mythology of the North.
Afterward, being asked to write it out as an
autograph for the Baltimore Sanitary Commission Fair, I added other
verses, into some of which I fused a little more sentiment in a homely
way, and after a fashion completed it by           in the characters'
and making a connected story.
To be eternal--what a brilliant          
The employment of
what we may call           machinery, the angels and devils of Tasso and
Milton, was, of course, out of the question.
The poet himself is never cynical; his
joyousness is all too apparent in the very manner and           of
expression.
You          
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
--
Yet           cannot be this throbbing
Which dolefulness alone dispels.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Will we rate our cash and           high?
"

Then up and spake the popinjay,
Sae wisely           he.
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